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Tuesday, May 24, 2005

I woke up with a pounding headache yesterday. The kind where if you bend over you feel like all the blood rushing there is going to make veins/arteries are going to explode. Then I almost fainted in the shower. I figured if there was ever a time to call into work, that was it. So I used my last vacation/sick day to sleep until noon, meet Ben for lunch and go to the eye doctor.

Apparently my eyes are bugging out of my head. Or at least that's what it feels like. Contacts may not fit my eyes anymore. I have to go back in a week to make sure the ones I got are ok. And I still have a headache.

But softball is looking better. And by better I mean we have a game tonight and actually have 10 people showing up. Horray for team work. There are a couple of people that have been super helpful with the whole softball thing. And it may be a false sense, but I'm feeling more optimistic because of it.

I hate it when people ask a question and then get mad because you didn't lie. IE:

D: Are you mad at me?Me: Yes. I am.

Simple question, simple answer. I know I'll get over it, but apparently she feels the need to make her case one more time about how she's so busy that she can't spare an hour a week.

*** NEWS FLASH***

So we don't have a full 10 player team tonight. We're going to have to use an EP and even then we may be short one girl. This fuckin sucks.